On the supermoon night of May 26, 2021, a shadow appeared on Rocker street of Winterdell. There was a lingering eeriness in that area at night. The wolf's shadow slowly turned into that of a man with the few steps it took towards the telephone booth. The man dressed in the long overcoat with its collar hiding his face entered the telephone booth. He pressed a few of the dialling pads of the metal phone without holding the handset and paying any money. In a moment, the person in the booth vanished.
The man got teleported in front of a pub with the neon sign showing RED LION on it. It started raining the moment the man entered the pub. The pub was full of people from different walks of life. Everyone was busy drinking, gambling and enjoying the night with their friends. Cigarette smoke filled the room, making it difficult to breathe.
"Welcome to Red Lion"
"Would you like me to guide you?" a young waiter wearing a white shirt asked.
The man asked him to guide him to the room upstairs. Both of them walked past the gambling table to get to the staircase. As they walked up the old staircase, the creaking sound got muffed by the loud noise downstairs.
It was pitch black on the first floor. Still, they managed to follow the voices coming from the left corridor. As they got closer to the voices, the light escaping the small gap between the door and its frame lit the way in front of them.
The young waiter left to go back downstairs. The man entered the room. Everyone stopped talking as they saw the door open.
"Hello! Wilfrid."
"Welcome back"
"Long time no see."
"Hey there," greeted everyone present in the room.
The walls were off white due to the accumulated dust over the years, while a long old oak wood table occupied the centre of the room. There were ten chairs around the table for the guests. The room was not in good condition. The poor lighting also did not help at all. The pub was deteriorating and the rooms upstairs were proof of how neglected it was.
Wilfrid Motley was the name of the man who just joined the group present in the room. The seat for the head of the meeting was left empty. Seven people were seated at the table. On the left side were Basil Wolfe, Louie Wheeler, Carl Schultz and Terry hunt. While on the right side was occupied by Don Reyes, Roxanne Walsh and Dawn Haynes.
Wilfrid proceeds to take a seat next to Ms Haynes. Everyone started to converse among themselves after Wilfrid settled down. The meeting was yet to begin. The host has still not arrived.
Basil was a middle-aged man in his 50s. He had blonde hair and bluish-grey eye colour. He was wearing a red cloak that covered most of his clothing. Carl was in his 40s but the grey in his hair made him look older than his actual age. He had wrinkles on his forehead due to continuous frowning.
Louie and Terry were both in their 60s and had grey hair. They were kind old men, while their poker face suggests otherwise. Roxanne and Dawn were in their late 50s. They were a close acquaintance of Louie and Terry. Four of them are senior professors at the academy.
Everyone was sophisticatedly dressed while Wilfrid was casually dressed. Wilfrid and Don were in their early 40s. They were the young ones in the group. Both had black hair. Wilfrid had a toned, fit body and sharp facial features, while Don had a fit body with prominent muscles outlined by his tight clothes. Don wore glasses and had a few greys in his hair.
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The Lost Emerald
Fantasía"Dear, you look so beautiful," I looked away to hide my flushed cheeks. He came closer and closer, closing the distance between us. "It suits you well," stroking the skin near my pendant, he said. He put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. My...
